Visions of Johanna
Bob Dylan
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[Intro]A D E7 A[Strophe]AAin't it just like the night to playD E7tricks when you're trying to be soAquiet?Ain't it just like the night to play tricks when you're trying to be so quiet?We sit here stranded, though we'reD E7 Aall doing our best to deny itWe sit here stranded, though we're all doing our best to deny itEAnd Louise holds a handful of rain,E7 Atempting you to defy itAnd Louise holds a handful of rain, tempting you to defy itDLights flicker from the oppositeAloft,Lights flicker from the opposite loft,Din this room the heat pipes justAcough,in this room the heat pipes just cough,D Athe country music station plays soft,the country music station plays soft,but there's nothing, really nothingE7to turn offbut there's nothing, really nothing to turn offA D E7Just Louise and her lover soAentwined,Just Louise and her lover so entwined,D Aand these visions of Johanna thatE7 A D E7 Aconquer my mind.and these visions of Johanna that conquer my mind.[Strophe]AIn the empty lot where the ladiesD E7play blind man's bluff with theAkey chainIn the empty lot where the ladies play blind man's bluff with the key chainDAnd the all night girls, they whisperE7 Aof escapades out on the "D" trainAnd the all night girls, they whisper of escapades out on the "D" trainEWe can hear the night watchman clickhis flashlight,We can hear the night watchman click his flashlight,ask himself if it's him or themAthat's really insaneask himself if it's him or them that's really insaneDLouise, she's all right, she's justAnearLouise, she's all right, she's just nearDShe's delicate and seems like theAmirrorShe's delicate and seems like the mirrorDBut she just makes it all too conciseAand too clear,But she just makes it all too concise and too clear,E7that Johanna's not hereA DThe ghost of electricity howls in theE7 Abones of her face,The ghost of electricity howls in the bones of her face,D Awhere these visions of Johanna haveE7 A D E7 Anow taken my place.where these visions of Johanna have now taken my place.[Strophe]A DNow, little boy lost, he takesE7 Ahimself so seriouslyNow, little boy lost, he takes himself so seriouslyDHe brags of his misery, he likes toE7 Alive dangerouslyHe brags of his misery, he likes to live dangerouslyEAnd when bringing her name up heAspeaks of a farewell kiss to meAnd when bringing her name up he speaks of a farewell kiss to meD AHe's sure got a lotta gall,D Ato be so useless and all,D Amuttering small talk at the wall,E7while I'm in the hallA DOh, how can I explain, it's so hardE7 Ato get on?Oh, how can I explain, it's so hard to get on?D AAnd these visions of Johanna, theyE7 A D E7 Akept me up past the dawn.And these visions of Johanna, they kept me up past the dawn.[Strophe]A D E7Inside the museums, infinity goes upAon trialInside the museums, infinity goes up on trialDVoices echo this is what salvationE7 Amust be like after a whileVoices echo this is what salvation must be like after a whileEBut Mona Lisa must have had thehighway blues, you can tell byAthe way she smilesBut Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues, you can tell by the way she smilesD ASee the primitive wallflower freeze,See the primitive wallflower freeze,Dwhen the jelly faced women allAsneeze,when the jelly faced women all sneeze,Dhear the one with the mustache say,A E7"Jeeze, I can't find my knees"hear the one with the mustache say, "Jeeze, I can't find my knees"A DOh, jewels and binoculars hang fromE7 Athe head of the muleOh, jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the muleD ABut these visions of Johanna theyE7 A D E7 Amake it all seem so cruel.But these visions of Johanna they make it all seem so cruel.[Strophe]AThe peddler now speaks to theD E7countess who's pretending toAcare for himThe peddler now speaks to the countess who's pretending to care for himASaying' "Name me someone that's not aparasite,Saying' "Name me someone that's not a parasite,D E7and I'll go out and say a prayer forAhim." But like Louiseand I'll go out and say a prayer for him." But like LouiseEalways says, "Ya can't look at much,can ya man?" as she, herself,always says, "Ya can't look at much, can ya man?" as she, herself,Aprepares for himD AAnd Madonna, she still has not showedAnd Madonna, she still has not showedD AWe see this empty cage now corrodeDWhere her cape of the stage once hadAflowedWhere her cape of the stage once had flowedDThe fiddler, he now steps to theAroad,The fiddler, he now steps to the road,Dhe writes everything s been returnedAwhich was owed,he writes everything s been returned which was owed,Don the back of the fish truck thatAloads while my conscienceE7explodeson the back of the fish truck that loads while my conscience explodesA D EThe harmonicas play the skeleton keysAand the rain,The harmonicas play the skeleton keys and the rain,D Aand these visions of Johanna are nowE7 Aall that remain.and these visions of Johanna are now all that remain.[Outro]D E7 A